Dashawn Jordan and Pisceze Slip into Late-Night Seduction with Their Single “Hotel Lobby”'s Alluring Sound
It's not hard to find a way in on "Hotel Lobby", it just wraps right around you — feels like slipping into silk at midnight, that laid-back seductive vibe comes from the very first note. Dashawn Jordan comes in smooth and pop-rap cool, his flow slashed with edges that show no effort as he skates across the beat while we turn up what could be a gentler light… Pisceze lets fly those soulful vocals seep through like smoke encased mystically within the already pluming dim of drama – adding depth to this simple emotion. By design, in concert they create an alluring mood that justifies hour entry into this late-night realm; a soundscape of whispered intimacy and sublimated longing.
Slick but restrained production ensures there is room for every voice to make an appearance without trampling over each other and the chemistry between them is clear — Jordan’s laid-back vocals taking on a frictionless quality against Pisceze's sultry whispers. "Hotel Lobby" progresses as a muted conversation possessing an unhurried sentimental electricity that is too engrossing to bear leaving from. The sort of song that you add to your playlist and then find it lodged in there, a testament to how impactful restraint can be when inflected with bare emotion and melodic light-touch.
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